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He didn’t say any more, just lay there holding me until I wore myself out and fell asleep.

I dreamed I woke up to find Cody standing over my bed. His dark eyes, so much like Waylon’s, locked on mine as he unbuckled his belt. “My turn.”

I woke with a start, my heart hammering in my chest. Waylon was still holding me, his eyes open and all his usual hardness gone for the moment. This time, I didn’t have to tell him. When I undid his jeans, he rolled over onto me, pushing into me slow and hard, stroking my hair back and kissing me softly as he made love to me.

When I looked up, I caught sight of my other two stepbrothers standing in the door to my room. I watched them watching as I wrapped my legs around their brother’s hips, using my legs to help him drive even deeper, his muscles flexing as he moved in me. Neither of them looked shocked, or horrified, or jealous. They looked excited and happy. I wasn’t betraying them. I was fulfilling them all. No matter what I’d lost to make this dream come true, it was worth it. Right then, as Waylon came inside me for the second time that day, I knew I was the absolute luckiest girl in all of Wyoming.

*

The next evening, as we all sat down to dinner, I finally got the chance to ask the question that had been on my mind all day. “How was the time with Cody?” I said, carefully avoiding eye contact as I scooped casserole onto my plate.

“Not bad,” Sawyer said, shoveling the cheesy rice into his mouth.

“Come to any conclusions?” I asked.

“He ain’t leaving,” Sawyer said. “And he’s right. Legally, he owns this ranch the same as the rest of us. So, we’re going to have to come up with a way to buy him out of it, if he’ll sell, or we’re going to have to accept that he’s going to be around.”

“And what about us?” I asked. “Does this affect us?”

“No,” Waylon said. “Absolutely not.”

I remembered my dream from the night before. If they made up with Cody, would they want to share me? Would he be okay with sharing? Would I? I remembered that knowing that had settled between us when our eyes met the other day. He wanted me. I wanted him. We both knew it. And we both knew it could ruin everything I’d worked so hard to establish this past year.

But aside from the attraction, I couldn’t decide more before I knew him better. For now, I couldn’t imagine having more than I already had. But if I’d learned one thing in Wyoming, it was that you could never say never. When I’d left New York, I’d definitely never imagined I’d like Wyoming. I’d sure as hell never imagined having three stepbrothers so sexy they could drop panties with a wink. That I’d meet three cowboys I wanted to give myself to. That I’d want to stay here and keep giving myself to them every night, maybe forever.

I realized that if my mom had married their dad four years ago, she might have never had time to hook me up with Charlie. Instead, she might have introduced me to my own sexual awakening. And the guys might never have asked Maria to move in, and she might have never fallen in love with Cody and taken off. Waylon would still be the quiet, watchful one, because that’s just how he was. But he wouldn’t be such a jaded bastard.

I’d have been fifteen, though. I didn’t know if my fifteen-year-old self would have been able to handle the three of them. Not to mention it would have been illegal in like forty-eight states. Still, I sort of liked the naughty fantasy of me, innocent of betrayal and cheating and chastity belts, being passed around by my stepbrothers on our visits to the ranch every Christmas.

“Well, I think you should invite him for Christmas at the very least,” I said. “He’s got to be lonely.”

“He made his bed,” Waylon said.

“He’s living with our ma,” Sawyer said. “That’s a pretty steep penance.”

“She’ll bring him over and insist we get along at Christmas, anyway,” Holden said.

“We may not be able to stop her from bringing him,” Waylon said. “But we don’t have to get along.”

“It’s the time of year for turning over a new leaf,” Sawyer said, raising his glass. “It’s fine by me.”

“It ain’t fine by me,” Waylon said, pushing back from the table and standing. “I’m going out to work on the car.” With that, he disappeared out the door. Christmas or not, it didn’t look like we’d be inviting Cody to join our little family any time soon.

8

Amber

True to his word, Cody showed up the next day. The guys were out again, but I wasn’t so freaked out this time. I was kind of getting to know the guy. I mean, he had gotten me out of a scrape, and he hadn’t even told the guys about it. In fact, he hadn’t come in bragging about how he’d saved the herd from their run for Mexico, either. The guys didn’t even know that he’d patched up the fence and saved my ass from looking like an idiot once again.

“Are you planning to move back to the ranch?” I asked when he’d plopped himself down at the table after I let him in.

“I’m still thinking on it.”

“You know you’ll have to watch your back, right? Waylon hates your guts.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Cody said. “But I ain’t scared of Waylon. He’s not the only one with a gun.”

“You shoot Waylon, and I’ll personally chop off your nuts and make them into a coin purse.”